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[color=ec008c][center][h2]Halim[/h2][/center][/color]

 <<[color=ec008c]""BTF-unit AGL-001 reminds the Raven Unit that gambling is prohibited under BTF Regulatory Guide Line Article 478 Subsection B as a violation of unearned right to ownership and currency exchange and is punishable by euthanasia. Thank you for your compliance."[/color]>> Halim helpfully chipped over the comms as his sensors scanned over the battlefield, though somewhat concerned that said pilot clearly didn't see to remember that bit of regulation. Surely that was common knowledge. 

This place was...he supposed interesting was the correct word for it. He'd never given much thought to what it was like to live on the surface of a planet. Did they all have mass graveyards like this? It seemed wasteful to leave all these useful materials just laying around like that. The BTF would NEVER had allowed such a loss. They were good like that. 

He felt his thrusters come to life, gently lifting his Casket so that it hovered in the air a meter or so. Just in case a tactical retreat was ordered. <<[color=ec008c]"BTF-unit AGL-001 detects no immediate threats at LZ. Synching targeting systems with Units Bedwyr and Voyager to provide triangulation for requested targeting solution. Request sending in three...two...one."[/color]>> he said, fingers dancing quickly over his controls as he hailed the two Orbitals in question, transmitting a simple feed of his orbitals current coordinates and coordinates of what he was currently aimed at....which largely consisted of 'sand, sand, wrecked Orbitals and-oh what a suprise-yet more sand. Still, between the three Orbitals it should be enough to provide a targeting solution for just about anything that entered the LZ. <<[color=ec008c]"Request sent. The BTF thanks you for your compliance."[/color]>> He added politely as the Casket drifted slowly back and away from the dead Orbital and the Aurora.  

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